God was Murdered

If, instead of non-Jews, Hitler had shouted his vehemently compelling anti-Semitic diatribe to millions of Jews and asked them to uprightly kill themselves as they’re, like rats, the vermin — would Jews have killed themselves to save the humanity from plague? If you worked your ass off to save $7k to travel to California, North America for a month and mistakenly ended up boarding a flight to North Korea wearing a sweat shirt that read – I Love America, what are the chances of you ever getting to California? The two unequivocal lessons — 1. People will ‘never ever’ do anything that harms themselves even if the shouter is rhetoric god – Hitler – they might be stirred but never be shaken. 2. If you take the wrong route, you will never reach your destination, even if you’re Lewis Hamilton in his magical F1 Mercedes. Feminism in India has been a half-assed, misdirected mutiny & failed to evolve over the last half century. The fight for keeping the last name &

My parents didn’t teach me ‘anything’. They didn’t give me lectures & the nuggets of beautiful ‘virtues’. In that way, I’m me. My thinking isn’t corrupted by the ‘unquestioned’ virtues passed on from generations of ‘conformers.’ Though, they didn’t tell me what the ‘right’ age to ‘deflower’ myself is, I do not ‘claim’ to have ‘true’ freedom. I do have to come home by 10pm, extended to midnight on Friday & Saturday, and to ‘whole night’ on special occasions with a ‘legitimate place to crash,’ or my ‘caretaker’ lady would SMS, and more recently WhatsApp, my parents, ‘separately.’ No, they are not separated; they live separate lives in the same house. I ‘see’ them sometimes; I like seeing them sometimes. I do have my ‘curfew’ but it’s never my way or high way from either of the parent’s side. May be not ‘true’ freedom, but I have something in its ‘proximity.’ At 5’7, I’m tallish for this country. My skirt was high, exposing 75-80% of my longish legs. Folding my school skirt se

143 Days of no Fucks given {They made ‘ real love’ when everyone else was just having sex } Written { with true love’s ink } by { Evil. Z . Blunt} Chapter Zero - Airports & Heartbreaks 1st April 2016 I hate airports. Why? Because they’re assholes. All of them. Yet, I’m standing at one of them - California Airport. Where the hell am I going – Australia. Why am I going to Oz? Because it’s crazy to go to Oz & I’m crazy. Why am I crazy? I’ve lied to everyone in my family. They all think I’m in Washington D.C., in court. I’m a goddamn lawyer, you see. And a bloody good one. But that’s not the point. And that’s not why it’s crazy to go to Australia. Here’s why. I’m getting buried (married) in 3 days. And I’m freaking out. My father asked me to marry her a month ago. I said ‘ok’. Just like that. I said ok and I asked nothing. I’ve never seen her. Not even a damn photograph. I warned you I’m crazy. But I still haven’t told you why